Another Knight’s Tale

By: Felix L. Perry

Upon the fog shrouded moor in silence rode the ghost

This Knight of the Blood Red Cross rides alone

Hear his ghostly moans of anguish in the mist

Poor soul na more to find the castle he called home

Tis many miles from Jerusalem and the Holy Land

The stench of the Crusade named under God

Soul guilty but sickened by the slaughter of the innocent

To which Popes and Bishops gave their righteous nod

Once round table boasts of heroic chivalry

Raise the banner heroes one and all that fight

Not til later did tears mix with blood on armor

Forever dooming him alone to ride the dark of night

And the men of God disguised in robes and alter light

Tonsured liars later spread their stolen epic tale

Quickly to be swallowed by the hungry believers

Who loved the man of the cross and nail

Till history the truth finally revealed

Of that blessed genocide of days of yore

Now the specter Knight of the Blood Red Cross

Is finally freed to rest forever more…